“Thank you.” She smiles, sighing with what sounds like relief. “If she asks, I arrived right at two,” the girl instructs me and smiles. She must work here. My eyes travel down to the name tag fastened to her white long-sleeve shirt. NATALIE, it says. I glance at the clock. It’s five minutes past two. “Your secret is safe with me,” I assure her.
Come on there is no way you haven't connected the dots
